Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 702 Life Source Exchange

In the screen, a second wildfire appeared.

But Xiaolan did not continue to look, she closed her eyes in pain, and her body began to twitch.

Somewhere in the body, struggling violently.

“what!–”

Another scream.

The head hurts…

Xiaolan felt that her internal organs had become a ball, and her head was like a thousand insects biting at the same time, and the **** smell in her mouth became more and more intense. It seemed that in the next second, her body would explode into fragments.

“Xiaolan!” Baomu’s voice became clearer, “Wen Ling is going to die soon!”

Ask the spirit? Not working?

Xiaolan barely opened his eyes.

A vague outline indeed emerged among the various pictures.

it hurts!

Another drop of liquid fell on her cheek. This time Xiaolan distinguished that the drop of liquid came from the person in front of her.

“Xiaolan!…” Baomu’s voice was crying, “Wake up soon!…”

no.

I can’t do this myself.

Xiaolan gritted her teeth and tried her best to mobilize her strength.

The temperature of the forehead became a little bit hot.

Huo Lian’s life segment has been played, and the screams inside her body continued, Xiaolan forced herself to focus all of her attention on herself.

The outline in front of me became concrete.

“Do not!–”

The scream in    was stronger than ever before, Xiaolan suddenly opened his eyes, and instantly saw the person in front of him.

A pair of white eyes.

is asking the spirit!

Wen Ling’s forehead was pressed against his forehead, and his light gray pupils had become pure white with silver light. Wen Ling’s body trembled violently, and with the screams pouring out of his body, Wen Ling also uttered There was a scream that was almost impossible for humans to utter.

“Leave!……”

Wen Ling’s scream seemed to be interspersed with countless other voices, all the voices kneaded together, echoing in Xiaolan’s tingling eardrums.

Tick…

Another drop of blood.

Wen Ling’s white pupils, oozing reddish blood.

The bright light red became more and more, gradually condensing into a group, shaking for a moment in Wen Ling’s red eye sockets, and then, slid down and fell.

Xiaolan’s eyes widened.

Click!

The drop of blood fell into Xiaolan’s pupils.

“You!——” Wen Ling almost roared, “Leave! Away! Little! Lan!——”

Ask the spirit! you said so……

At that moment, the dazzling white filled his entire vision.

Xiaolan’s body arched convulsively, and in the next second, countless pictures began to scroll before her eyes.

just like before.

Just when Xiaolan thought that she was going to experience Huo Lian’s life again, she suddenly discovered that the protagonist of the story was not Huo Lian.

is asking the spirit.

This is the story of Wenling, a revolving lantern for Wenling.

The familiar Wen Ling, in a completely strange place in Xiaolan, surrounded by a group of completely strangers.

That is a beautiful village.

They seem to be Wen Ling’s family.

They all have a pair of eyes that are as beautiful as a questioning spirit.

But only Wenling’s pupils are gray.

Wen Ling’s infancy, childhood…Wen Ling has grown up.

The screen scrolls quickly.

Immediately afterwards, Xiaolan saw the second pair of gray pupils.

That is an old man.

The old man is very young, his body is slightly squatting, and his face is covered with traces of time. Only those eyes are still shining with the clarity of a child.

What did the old man say to Wenling.

Although Xiaolan could not hear the sound, she could understand the old man’s lips.

“Wen Ling, you can go.”

Wen Ling did not understand.

“Leave us,” the old man’s lips opened and closed, “Leaving Weiruozhai, you, you should go out.”

The revolving lantern continues to rotate.

However, a heart-piercing cry penetrated the silent scrolling picture, and directly tore the story fragment in front of Xiaolan’s eyes.

“Do not!–”

is asking the spirit.

Wen Ling’s red eyes appeared again, Xiaolan’s teeth were almost crushed by herself, she stirred all the remaining power in her body, and finally, her fingertips flicked.

At the same time, the utter coldness swept through his body.

Something seems to have left his body.

It seems… part of my soul.

“Xiaolan!”

came back.

Xiaolan twitched at last, touch, hearing, taste… all came back.

Xiaolan lay on the cold ground, exhaling, inhaling, exhaling…

boom!

A heavy object hit himself.

Xiaolan moved her numb limbs.

“Is Xiaolan awake?”

“Xiaolan!”

Besides the ears, there is the call of the companions.

Xiaolan pressed her lips tightly, shaking her arms, and pushed the person who was pressing on her.

Light brown soft hair.

“Ask…” Xiaolan’s voice was full of blood, “Ask Ling…”

“Xiaolan! You are awake!”

Baomu rushed over from behind the two, first helped Wen Ling who had fallen on Xiaolan up, and then helped Xiaolan up.

“Can we go in?” It was Qin Yin’s voice.

Xiaolan looked up tiredly, and saw that Baomu’s Zhihua circle formed a golden circle in this narrow cave. Fool, Qin Yin and Shen Fu all stood outside the circle and stretched out. There was an anxious look on his neck, and there were still tears on Qin Yin’s face.

“I forgot,” Baomu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, “I will put it away now.”

After finishing speaking, Baomu stretched out his hand and stroked the ground lightly. In a blink of an eye, the ring disappeared.

Qin Yin and the fool rushed over.

“I’m okay…” Xiaolan was hugged by Qin Yin who was yelling, her voice was still hoarse, “Wen Ling she…”

The fool picked up Wenling, Xiaolan saw Wenling’s face, and her body suddenly became cold.

Wen Ling’s eyes closed tightly, and the blood flowing from the seven orifices lay across her pale face. Two clear bloodstains spread from the corners of her eyes, and it seemed that she was no longer half-personalized.

“Is she okay?” Xiaolan was anxious and almost stood up directly.

“Still alive,” the fool reached out his hand on Wenling’s neck, tentatively, “I don’t know the pulse, but…I’m still alive.”

Xiaolan’s legs were not very obedient, she climbed forward two steps with both hands on the ground, and grabbed Wenling’s right hand.

Fortunately, it is warm.

Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Yin by her side wiped her tears again. She looked at Xiaolan who must have been very bad with tears in her eyes, choked up, “Xiaolan, this time you really…really scared us to death…”

“I…I’m sorry,” Xiaolan’s nose also became sour, “I blame me, I shouldn’t… But fortunately, at least, the fire lotus has disappeared…”

Hearing her words, the companions showed expressions that hesitate to speak.

“What’s wrong?” Xiao Lan’s heart fell heavily again, “I feel it, Huolian is no longer there.”

“She did not disappear,” Baomu raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the light, “She escaped.”

(End of this chapter)